Seasons changed and time passed. It was Valentine’s Day. Mary could not stand in this loneliness alone. So she took a step out from their home and went into bazaar at the centre of city. There, she looked around to many stands and nothing was interesting for her.
Suddenly, her eyes fixed on Camellias in the corner of bazaar. Those flowers were beautiful, full bloomed and pure white. These Camellias reminded her about flowers on her wedding. Without any doubts she bought a bundle and brought it home.
At home, Mary chose a place beside Eugene’s favorite tree for her new flowers. While she planting the Camellias, she said this again and again: “Happy Valentine’s Day, Eugene.. Happy Valentine’s Day, my prince..”
Then, when she wanted to stand up, she saw a little white card between the flowers. Mary thought that the seller had named these Camellias, as they named other flowers. She flipped the card with her dirty fingers. As she read the writing at the card, she felt her tears fell down.
There, with a black ink, written the name of those white flowers: Prince Eugene.
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